AN: I realized today that I couldn't write more of "Drink Carefully" until I saw the next episode of TVD. To cure my boredom, I came up with this idea! I was watching the scene where Damon and Stefan pretend to be each other at the Grill, and it sparked this idea! Hope you enjoy, and this is my first Damon x Elena!
Damon woke and stretched. He'd had one hell of a night, and he didn't remember much of it. All he knew was that he had a splitting headache, and for some reason he was in Stefan's room. He wasn't sure what it was about Stefan, but his room was always a disastrous mess of books and random objects. For the nicer brother, he definitely was messy.
He threw the blankets back and reached for his jeans. Surprisingly they were nowhere to be found. In fact, none of his clothing was in the room. Definitely in interesting night he mused. He picked up a pair of Stefan's and slid them on, grumbling about the size of jeans that his little brother wore...they were always too big for him. He did them up and slid a belt through the belt-loops, cursing about Stefan's taste in belts. He was full of things to say today, and the headache wasn't helping.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember the night before. He and Stefan had raided a witches' coven that had been hurting Bonnie, and he didn't remember anything after entering the house. The witches were most likely dead, but if not he had every intention of killing them for the headache he had. Stefan would know what had happened most likely; he'd ask him when he got back from classes. Damon hadn't understood what possessed Stefan to actually want to go to school, but he assumed that it was lodged in some deep-seated need to belong to something. Damon had given up on it long ago.
He stood and walked towards the basement, wanting blood. It was odd, but Stefan's jeans actually fit...maybe he'd been putting on weight. Who knew. He flashed to the basement (slower than usual, for some reason), opening the mini-fridge and pulling out a bag of blood. He really wasn't sure what he was going to do today, aside from meeting with Liz about a new vampire device he had nothing he needed to rush off to. As he was walking back upstairs, he took a sip of the blood. It was amazing!
It was the best blood he'd tasted in years, and his entire body was suddenly on fire! He wanted more! The bag was emptied quickly, and Damon held off from grabbing another one. The supply was running low, and he'd need to raid a blood bank tonight. He wasn't sure why, but the blood had made him feel a lot stronger...he made a mental note to steal bags with the same serial number. He tossed the used bag into a pile of them and made his way upstairs. He wanted his own clothing, and he could use a shower.
The door to his room was already open, and he pushed it further, irritated. Stefan must have passed out in his bed. As he walked into the room, he realized that someone was sitting in his bed, but it wasn't Stefan...It was him.
The imposter Damon's mouth moved. "Damon?"
"What the fuck..?" He looked at the replica of himself, astonished. "How the hell..."
"It's me, Stefan..."
Damon looked at his hands and realized that his ring was on the wrong hand...the wrong large hand. It couldn't be possible. He ran to the mirror in the bathroom. The face looking back at him wasn't his own, but his little brother's. He ran his shaking hands over his face in disbelief. Stefan walked into the room behind him, and Damon watched his mouth move in the reflection.
"I don't know how, but we switched bodies"